Lyrics
Yeah!
Expression of affirmation or agreement
It's that pain right here
Referring to emotional pain experienced
Stogie T!
Introduction of Stogie T
Haddy Racks!
Introduction of Haddy Racks
What up Chief
Friendly greeting
I salute to all the Generals worldwide
Respectful acknowledgment of generals worldwide
Salute! Yeah
Expression of respect or approval
Rest in Peace to all the real n****s. Salute!
Tribute to deceased individuals
Look If it wasn’t for doing bad, I wouldn’t know about doing good
Acknowledging the learning from both positive and negative experiences
The other day they killed my n***a Gunner in my hood
Describing a friend's tragic death and its aftermath
They shot him in his leg and his chest
-A bullet went through his arm
-The Doc said he bled to his death
-They said a teenager gripped the nine
-But the worst part is that he left his wife and two kids behind
-We from the hood, where every day you risking your life
Highlighting the challenges and risks of life in the hood
You catch a sentence, your main man is sticking your wife
-Make sure your vision is tight
-I know gees who made a killing selling crack
-Now they the ones hitting the pipe
-Jokes aside, it’s hard to keep hope alive
-Better chill especially if you’re too broke to die
-I seen Gunner’s hands crossed on his waist
Reflection on the deceased seeking revenge
Laying in the casket, I’m like that got to be the loneliest place
-I can't believe they caught him slipping them snakes
-He wasn’t resting in peace, he had revenge written all on his face
-Whole family crying tears, we mad he left
Family's grief and the potential for revenge from the son
His son is 13, thinking about revenging his daddy’s death
-I’m from the Bronx New York, where it’s scary at
Depiction of the dangerous atmosphere in the Bronx
You wouldn’t dare be at
-Where they carry Mack’s in their fanny packs
-Killers want your life, you gotta ante that
-They can't find where you be at
-They gon' shoot the house of where your granny at
-Niggas in jail waiting on their appeal
Comment on the authenticity of love and hate in New York
I’m from New York where the love’s so fake but the hate so real
-Wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have love
Connecting bad luck with the experience of love and danger
Wasn’t for doing bad, I wouldn’t know about doing good
-It ain’t safe walking through my hood
-It could be a beautiful day, you might get hit up with a stray
-Wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have love
Reiteration of the theme connecting bad luck, love, and danger
Wasn’t for doing bad, I wouldn’t know about doing good
-It ain’t safe walking through my hood
-It could be a beautiful day, you might get hit by a stray
-My dude is Cape Malay, screw face for days
Description of a friend's resilience in the face of adversity
He ain't phased when newspapers
-Don't Include where they stay
-The blues shape the day
-Red alert no music is played
-Two layers, either snake or the flute player's game
-A true layer cake, the bottom where the cruel make a stake
-No fork and knife, it's life held with shoelace in place
-Cooks an escape, hustlin', the crook label stays
-Booked for a day, baptize him
Depiction of the harsh realities of life, choices, and consequences
Hood say he made
-Pent up rage from a tender age
-Turn him to a mental case
-Said every face is a dinner plate
-I say 'Ace why you feel this way?'
-He wasn't raised in his feelings
-Just took another sip of D'ussé
-Funeral bouquets, mum crying this shit is doomsday
-Ain't even miss a school day, just another Tuesday
-This what the rules say you carry till your due date
-Get taken out when they crowning another fool king
-Tats of his two kids, baby mom too lit
Introduction of a character with family and personal struggles
She two-timing n****s like the '92 Blue Jays
-The crew fades, dead or in jail, peddling cane
-I am no pure saint, to tell him he can't live how he can
-We in the van bumping old 2Pac shit
-He speaks of his dad, how he got moved by this
-Two black kids tryna maneuver through life's pits
-Was it bad luck or bad blood?
-Who runs this?
-Wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have love
Reiteration and reflection on the interconnectedness of bad luck, love, and danger
Wasn’t for doing bad, I wouldn’t know about doing good
-It ain’t safe walking through my hood
-It could be a beautiful day, you might get hit up with a stray
-Wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have love
-Wasn’t for doing bad, I wouldn’t know about doing good
-It ain’t safe walking through my hood
-It could be a beautiful day, you might get hit by a stray
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